Y'a rien [English translation]

All the haters want your skin, but don’t worry mate it’s nothing.

Normal to make enemies in rap when you do it well.

The haters are like people or money, it comes when it goes well.

Do it badly and they know,

Do it well no-one remembers

Ain’t nothing. Ain’t nothing. Leave them in the s***

Except the hate cousin they’ve got nothing. [R.A.S] *1

Ain’t nothing. Ain’t nothing.

They’ll be blown away let them talk, they won’t affect you.

Ain’t walou… [Nothing in North-African Arabic]

The haters want my skin but don’t worry it ain’t nothing.

As long as the haters talk too much it means they’re doing nothing.

In the absence of reasons, they look for pretexts

They’re never in the kitchen but want my plate.

They have hate inside them, as if I owed them something.

They surprise you like a nettle hidden in a bouquet of roses.

You’d think I was a lover, these guys are so clingy.

I could do it quickly, these guys are so slow.

I hear them talking but I don’t listen to what they say.

I don’t need to follow their gazes to know what they’re after.

The haters want my place, the conclusion is bitter.

They’re prepared to throw dirt in my face and dare to call me brother

My colon hurts, it’s so low.

They give monologues and call it having debates

I didn’t survive the 9 4 to end up on my knees.

Unlike a punching bag I return the blows.

As a guy from the hood they can’t impress me.

I grew up with L.A.S they can’t pressure me.

Had to see the social situation of the Demi Lune Team

It felt like the misery was an audition.

Port-au-Prince, Congo, Mali, Benin

I’ve forgotten where I come from, I come from so far away.

You’d think I’d reached the coast by swimming

That’s how mad I am, that’s how much I’m filled with rage.

All the haters want your skin,

but don’t worry mate it’s nothing.

Normal to make enemies in rap when you do it well.

The haters are like people or money, it comes when it goes well.

Do it badly and they know,

Do it well no-one remembers

Ain’t nothing. Ain’t nothing. Leave them in the s***

Except the hate cousin they’ve got nothing. [R.A.S]

Ain’t nothing. Ain’t nothing.

They’ll be blown away let them talk, they won’t affect you.

Ain’t walou…

Ain’t walou walou walou (nothing)

Walou walou walou (nothing)

Walou (nothing), walou (nothing)

Walou walou walou (nothing)

There’s no fire, “y’a pas drap”,*2 as the Ivorians say.

It’s man who’s afraid otherwise there ain’t nothing.

What pushes them to my feet if not jealousy?

What could stop them, if not the uzi?

I refuse to go in their direction because I’m better than that.

But violence, it’s like it’s all they understand.

Threatened by hateful people, if I don’t fire

It’s not because I’m scared of them but because I love the suburbs.

I know my people are counting on me. I’m carrying too many hopes

Ma defeat will be mine, my victory will be their victory.

I can become ghetto, brutal, I have to admit.

The street is like riding a bike, I still have bad reflexes.

I’m trying to make it there without being handcuffed.

Without undressing myself, and without being scammed.

Ask my brothers, I’ve let them all share a piece.

Whoever can say I haven’t can also [I haven’t been able to work out what this means]

After that you want to go through my pockets.

Don’t play the victim if you get rushed by my people

The haters are like terrorists, never negotiate.

Although I’m a pacifist, I still have the mind of a warrior.

Port-au-Prince, Congo, Mali, Benin

I’ve forgotten where I come from, I come from so far away.

You’d think I’d reached the coast by swimming

That’s how mad I am, that’s how much I’m filled with rage.

• Artist:Kery James
• Album:Dernier MC